The life of a stay-at-home mom with a practically new infant is boring. B-O-R-I-N-G. Even in the summer. Especially in the summer? It’s the same thing every day….feed, change, and soothe the baby. Try to keep the older kids from fighting. Squeeze in meal cooking for the rest of the family around marathon eating sessions of the baby. Throw the toddler in her crib for a nap. Explain to the oldest why he can’t put band-aids all over his body all the time. Explain to the second-oldest why I’d prefer she didn’t change clothes fourteen times a day.Try to make the toddler stop crying because I wouldn’t give her what she wants. It goes on and on and on, and it doesn’t exactly make for blog-writing inspiration.
That’s where Mama Kat comes in. You’ve seen me do her weekly writing prompts before, but she also has a list of ideas for when you’re feeling less than inspired (hello? everyday?).
Today, I’ve chosen the prompt “The Last Time My Heart Melted”. All of the kids drive me a little crazy sometimes, but they all also make my heart swell up.
Henry is the oldest, and he’s too big for cuddling and kissing all the time. But last month, when we went to his preschool graduation, he made my heart melt big time. His class walked into the multimedia room in a line, and the second he walked by and saw me sitting with his siblings and grandma and grandpa, he got the biggest smile on his face I think I’ve ever seen.If that doesn’t melt your heart, I’m not sure what will.
Ivy made my heart melt just this morning. She’s taken to sneaking in our bed at night sometimes. Occasionally, she’ll even bring her blanket and her Lambie in our room and sleep on the floor NEXT to the bed. But this morning, she snuggled on the bed next to me on the edge of the bed, between me and Ervin’s bassinet. There was hardly any room for her, of course, and there wouldn’t be once Ervin woke up and needed to eat. But when she climbed up and I asked her why she was there, she whispered “because I love you”. Well, okay then. You can stay for a while.
Essie…well, it’s a good things Essie melts my heart sometimes, otherwise she might be outside living with the dogs most days. She IS nearly two. But, she loves her baby brother so much that she yells out for him every morning and kisses him regularly. Everybody else gets head butted, pushed, bitten, hit. Not Ervin. Ervin gets kisses.
Speaking of Ervin…there isn’t much time these days that he ISN’T melting my heart. But mostly? While I’m nursing him and he’s got his little hand on me or wrapped around my shirt? Kills me every time. Heart=puddle on the floor.
When does YOUR heart melt?
